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This story takes place from when I was 14 to 17. It takes quite a turn near the end.
I was a typical 14-year-old. 5' 10", brown hair, and 125 lbs. I was lean from soccer in the fall and wrestling in the winter. When I was 16 years old, the wrestling cheerleaders voted me best ass in the squad. I wasn't built by any means, more lean and lanky. I always had a girlfriend during high school, and got laid at the age of 16. My cock was around 7". I don't have a lot of body hair, smooth chest, light hair on my legs. People say I looked at Matthew Broderick in Ferris Bueller's Day Off. I remember a comedian saying once, it must be fun to be bisexual because when you go to a party you want to fuck everyone. That's me.
My best friend was Pete. We were friends for as long as I can remember. He was slightly taller, had blond bushy hair and was also lean. He played soccer in the same league and played baseball. He has a smattering of chest hair and hairy legs (although tough to notice with light blond hair). His ass was kind of flat, but his cock was longer, with a bigger head and sexy downward curve. Nice set of balls too. Quite the little hottie in his own right.
I suppose we started the same way most teens do; we were constantly horny and thought about jerking off all the time. One night during a sleepover we began talking about how good it felt too jerk off. We were both boned and decided to do it. We were laying on our sleeping bags in his family room and I was watching him as I was stroking. His eyes were closed, but both of us came so hard it shot on our chest and shoulders. There's just something hotter about doing with someone else. As time went by I noticed he stopped keeping his eyes closed and began watching me too.
I remember taking the next step as if it was yesterday. We were in his family room after school and he said "I wonder what it's like to have someone else do it?" It took about half a second for me to say let's find out. We sat on his couch with our pants down at our ankles and reached over and stroked each other. I was hooked! I don't know what I enjoyed more, the feeling of someone else stroking me or the feeling of his hard cock in my hand. He came first and I came soon after. He looked ridiculous with his ass shaking as he walked with his pants down to get paper towels. This was the first of countless orgasms at his hands.
As time went by we communicated more. We would tell each other what to do; things like stroke just the head, go faster, or go slow to prolong the orgasm. This lead to us servicing each other. One person would sit or lie back and enjoy the pleasure of the other person's hands. We would stroke each other for as long as we could hold out. To prevent the person from cumming, we would stroke very lightly with our fingertips barely touching the other person's cock or give a nice ball massage. But when the time for eruption came, it would be hard, firm strokes with one hand and knob polishing with the other. The orgasms were amazing. You were motivated to give the best orgasm possible because you knew the favor was about to be returned!
As I said, we communicated more as time went by, and one night Pete suggested we role play. I'm sure that isn't was he called it, but he said one of us should play the girl and the other the guy. Keep in mind we both had girlfriends, but hadn't got laid yet. What this meant in practical terms is the "guy" told the "girl" what to do. One night Pete told me to lie on my stomach. He laid on top of me and began humping my ass crack (no penetration). As he was fucking my rather hot ass-crack he kept telling me over and over how good it felt, so I couldn't wait for my turn! I was grinding my cock on my sleeping bag and when I felt his hot cum land on my lower back I lost my nut right on the sleeping bag. Big fucking mess it was. We didn't know what to tell his mother about the huge fucking cum stain on the nylon fabric, lol. We wound up spilling fruit punch on it as an excuse for it to be washed. We played that game many times and Pete was definitely right about how good it felt. (As an aside, I'm sitting across from to wife at the kitchen table as I write this. She is playing with her tablet and doesn't have any idea what I'm doing.)
Pete and I were in the Boy Scouts together and camping trips were always more fun now that we began fucking around. Our troop had two-man tents and we always shared a tent. We never really could get too wild because a tent wall doesn't stop any sound. The last thing we wanted was to get caught. Although I must say that the whole situation added some tension and excitement. Watching Pete struggle to keep quiet while I tortured his cock was hot. Our troop was very unique; it was stacked with varsity athletes of all sports. There were a number of hot studs that we thought about approaching to join us, but it never happened. Looking back, I wish we did.
When we turned 15, Pete got a pool. We would skinny dip for hours during the summer when his parents were at work and we were alone. That would get us good and horny before getting each other off. It got to the point that every time we changed in front of each other we had to wait to leave his room because we were fully boned. Sometimes we would just make a run for it past his mother. I wonder if she ever saw our boners bouncing as we raced by? Pete's younger brother Mark was now 13 and would swim with us. We didn't skinny dip, but I know he saw us boned. It was that summer at the pool when he went from a pain in the neck little brother to a hot looking 13-year-old.
I wanted to include Mark in our fun, but didn't want to ask Pete to mess with his own brother. As it turned out I didn't have to. I went by Pete's house one day after school and was disappointed to hear him arguing with his brother. If we weren't alone, we weren't cumming. I went inside and tried to mediate and was shocked to hear his brother say "you're still mad that I didn't let you cum in my ass last night". When I saw the look on Pete's face I knew it was true. Pete was speechless and then went after his brother. I stepped in between them and grabbed both their cocks. That defused the situation.
Pete looked worried about my reaction, but when I stroked his cock through his pants he knew I was cool with it. At first I was amazed Mark would blurt that out, but after thinking about it Pete must have told his brother about us, so he knew we were fuck buddies.
We shed our clothes and got my first look at Mark's very pink cock. First off Mark was skinny and nearly hairless. He was not quite too skinny, but close. Second thing is that he was hung. The little fucker had the biggest cock out of the 3 of us. That thing poking out from his small body made it look even bigger. He had always been freaky, bordering on strange and he immediately started calling the shots.
He told me to lie on the bed and straddled my lap. He stroked my hard cock while having the biggest grin on his face. It was like there was a joke only he was getting. Next he grabbed both of our cocks and started rubbing them together. It was amazing. All the while he kept that smile. He stopped and spun around with his back to me, pinning my cock between my stomach and his ass crack. He began to grind. I knew I wouldn't last long. Pete went to the foot of the bed and his brother started giving him a two-fisted hand-job. My first three-way and it was amazing. He told me not to cum. After a few minutes, I pushed him off because I was approaching the point of no return. He got up, still with that goofy smile and looked at his brother and nodded. He knelt down on the bed between my legs and put my cock in his mouth. This kid was blowing my mind while blowing cock. Pete came up behind him and slowly entered him and I could feel Marl's moan travel down my cock. Every time Pete thrusted, Mark's head would go all the way down on my cock. Mark started jerking his incredible cock, and we soon all blew our loads.
After Mark came out of the bathroom, I asked him how long he had been fucking around and where the little shit learned all that. The surprises kept coming. Mark told me that a friend of his had been fucking around with his older brother. That kid's brother was older than Pete and me. He had been fucking his brother for years. The younger brother was absolutely gorgeous; blond hair, natural tan colored skin and a bubble butt to die for. That 13 year-old kid taught Mark and now Mark was teaching us. I always thought Mark was this dumb shit. I guess that is what the smile was about.
From that day on, I would swing by Pete's house even if he wasn't home. That is something I would have never done before. I would walk in the door and the kid would be all over me. Eventually college rolled around and we stopped getting together. We are all married now and live in different parts of the country. I saw them recently when they came back to town for a funeral. It was nice to see them.